summer smiles, of worthy souls,
fill my heart with the wierdest tones.
i wish; i cry, but no one knows,
just stab me, and still it wouldnt be known.
the jealousy, of external stuff,
make me tired, cos its oh-so-tough.

maybe its hatred, or maybe not.
they just tire me, thats not a doubt.
i wouldnt care less, but that wouldnt be me,
to ignore the happenings and just be free.
well, if i could, i would.
thats whats always said, but no,
i couldnt.

i am probably crazy,
for thinking these thoughts.
but boyy, i cant keep them blocked.
ohh, what hypocrisy.

ignore the emo-ness in me.